Time obliterates the fictions of opinion and confirms the decisions of nature.

O tempora! O mores! O what times (are these)! what morals!

Opinionum enim commenta delet dies; naturæ judicia confirmat. Time destroys the groundless conceits of men; it confirms decisions founded on reality.

The hours pass and the days and the months and the years, and the past time never returns.

Advice in old age is foolish; for what can be more absurd than to increase our provisions for the road the nearer we approach to our journey's end.

For if that last day does not occasion an entire extinction, but a change of abode only, what can be more desirable? And if it, on the other hand, destroys and absolutely puts an end to us, what can be preferable to having a deep sleep fall on us in the midst of the fatigues of life and, being thus overtaken, to sleep to eternity?

Old age, especially an honored old age, has so great authority, that this is of more value than all the pleasures of youth.

There is no one so old as to not think they may live a day longer.

The foolishness of old age does not characterize all who are old, but only the foolish.